Too Unhealthy To Surf Or Skate

Tell me that your sad that
you're always going to want it
that you're never ever ever ever
not going to want it. Don't it
make you sad?

(You take a break, it devastates
You're on your break. Your arm it breaks)

And all my friends come, all my friends come
and go away.
To skate.

Listen to me
(Are you really listening? All you seem to
sing are silly songs about me when you're thumbing
through your magazines. All your fingernails in the
ocean with the fluttering fins and the scales and the
surface of the ocean floor. All the sharks slide above
the surface of the ocean floor.

But, hey, you had me coming from both sides.
And, hey, you held a common oversight.
Mouth undersea, the moment you breathe, it's goodbye.